Old Man Cupid Tangled Novels & Stories

I applied a swipe of lipstick, then turned to see Kirill, my boyfriend, dressed in his tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever. As he approached me, circling one arm around my waist, I couldn't help but smile up at him. Adjusting his tie, I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb caressing it gently. Leaning in, he cupped my jaw, and our lips met in a tender kiss. Despite the months that had passed since I was shot, I could still see the fear in Kirill's eyes, the fear of losing me.

He was about to say something else when I cut him off. "Call me a rogue whore, Elder Alaric." I taunted him even when a part of me was happy to listen that 'you're mine' from him. I felt satisfied to see the guilt in his eyes, but that wasn’t enough. He had to apologize to me for everything that he said, whether he meant it or not. But instead of apologizing, he disappeared. . #TBC

I hide my presence behind one of many drapes littered on this Mansion (seriously, it’s like they are doing a commercial of drapes). ‘I wanted to see you. You won’t reply to my texts anymore. Contacting you has become difficult. This is the only way I could meet you. I missed you. Your touch. Don’t you miss me?’ Kissing sounds can be heard from their room. Someone gag me now. What did he miss about that old batty? Her Botox? And weirder is that the male voice sounds young. There is something that is not right here. My thought process halted when Diana said, ‘Oh, darling. We shall cut our ties. It was a close call when that stupid girl discovered about us. I don’t want to risk Edward’s wrath o

“How about I lead you in myself? You look so worn out already.” “That would be nice,” she replied without a second’s delay. I gasped inwardly and led her in, blocking the mind link when Lucas tried to stop me. He was already waiting by the car. I didn’t care that I was half drunk when I ordered another bottle of champagne. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to drink away the sorrow coating my heart. Not that I had ever drunk this much before. But desperate times called for desperate measures. The little damsel before me didn’t say no, nor resist when I touched her lips, sipping the liquid that trailed from the corner of her mouth.

“Where’s the heartbreak? The cheating scandals? The unexpected plot twists?” Gladz chuckled, shaking her head. “Not everyone wants their love life to be a soap opera.” Cassie shot up, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you’re missing out. Love is supposed to be thrilling. The push and pull, the angst, the desperation—” She clutched her chest like some tragic heroine. “Will they? Won’t they? It’s the spice of life!” Mica snorted. “Cass, you’ve been watching too many trashy telenovelas.”

I can't betray my fiancée! Just then, the door opened, and everyone outside clearly heard what he said. Seeing our disheveled clothes, Amanda clutched her chest and slapped me hard across the face. She didn't hold back. Blood trickled down from the corner of my mouth. "You're a disgrace! Did all the manners I taught you go to waste?" she screamed. "I spent years raising you, not so you could throw yourself at a man with a fiancée!" Jamie took a step toward me. His face was pale. "Selena–"

Old Master Tang choked on his saliva. His jaw ticked as he snarled, "What girlfriend?! She was your fling. I was drunk that night. She seduced me. What are you blaming for? Humph! Humph!" Old Master Tang choked on his saliva. His jaw ticked as he snarled, "What girlfriend?! She was your fling. I was drunk that night. She seduced me. What are you blaming for? Humph! Humph!"

Carlo "You shouldn’t have let me find you." That’s the first thing I say before I pull him in and kiss the hell out of him. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s messy. Angry. Fucking raw. His lips move against mine like he’s been starving too, like he’s just as wrecked inside as I am. I don’t even realize there’s a fucking mic picking this up until the announcer’s voice blares over the speakers. “Wait… isn’t that Carlo Davenport from the Steel Riders? Weren’t they rivals four years ago? How the hell did this become a goddamn romantic scene?”

Yes, in heaven no one noticed these things, and no one can keep a secret from the most powerful gods. In Cupido's castle, all the walls are made of gold. An old, gentle, bearded god was sitting on a red chair. His hand was holding a very large pen and he was deep in thought. "Cupido Cupido, what are your difficulties?" Diamante and Palomas Blancas sat down across from him. Cupido did not appear surprised by the sudden appearance of Diamante and Palomas Blancas, but only looked at a notebook and said: "This is difficult, this is difficult for me!" “Is there another couple who can't be together? It seems that only you have the patience to help these people do such meaningless things.” Diamante

What if Grey walked in and found us in this awkward position? “No, I'm not. I just… I just think it's umm… umm…. inappropriate for us to be in this kind of position,” I stuttered. I felt his thumb brush my cheek with his palms still cupping my chin. “Then look into my eyes. I don't bite,” he said. With every courage and strength, I raised my eyes till they were staring directly into his. Good God! How can a fifty-two-year-old man be this good-looking?